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But Chrift, my Lord, is conqu’ror still
In all the wars that devils wage. 8 My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
PSALM XVII. Second Part. Ver. 20,-26. Long Metre.
Sincerity proved and rewarded. ORD, thou hast seen my soul sincere,
Haft made thy truth and love appear; Before minc eyes I let thy laws,
And thou hast own'd my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy face;
'Twas never with a wicked heart.
What wars and strugglings in my breast?
I guard agaioft my darling fin.
That works and Irives agaiost my will;
Destroy it, that it rise no more.
Deals out to mortals their reward :
A God as faithful and as kind,
Thou art more pure, more just than they :
And men that love revenge shall know
PSALM XVIII. Third Part. Ver. 30, 31,
34, 35, 46, &c. Long metre.
Great Rock of my secure abode;
Or where's a refuge like our God?!
Gives me his hoiy sword to wield;
The God of my salvation lives,
Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 4 Before the scoffers of the age
I will exalt my Father's name,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame. 5 To David and his royal feed
Thy grace for ever shall extend;
PSALM XVIII. First part. Common Metre.
Vietory and triumph over temporal enemies. 1 TE love thee, Lord, and we adore,
Now is thine arm reveal'd;
Or bulwark and our shield.
2 We fly to our eternal Rock
And find a sure defence;
And draw salvation thence.
What mortal heart can bear
The lightning of his spear?
And angels in array,
And swift as flames obey
Whole ai mies are dilmay'd;
Strikes all their courage dead.
With all their dreadful skill;
And makes their hearts of steel. 7 [He arms our captains to the fight,
(Tho' there his name's forgot ; He çirded Cyrus with his might,
But Cyrus knew him not.)
For his own churches fake:
Shall of his care partake.]
PSALM XVIII. Second Part. Common Metre,
The Conqueror's Song.
Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And melt their strength away.
And break united pow'rs;
The proudest of their tow'rs.
And trod them to the ground, While thy falvation was our fhield,
But they no shelter found! 4 In vain to idol faints they cry,
And perish in their blood; Where is a rock so great, so high,
So pow'rful as our God? s The Rock of Isra'l ever lives,
His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives,
And gives his people rest. 6 On kings that reign as David did,
He pours his blessings down; Secures their honours to their feed,
And well supports their crown.
PSALM XIX. First Part. Short metre.
The book of nature and scripture.
For a Lord's-day morning.
Declares its maker God,
Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darknels and the light
Still keep their course the fame;
While night to day, and day to night
Divinely teach his name.
Their geo'ral voice is known;
And orders of his throne.
Here he reveals his word,
To bid us know the Lord.
Are set before our eyes,
Where our salvation lies.
His truth without deceit,
And his rewards are great.
Affords so much delight,
So much allures the fight.
· Thy glory to proclaim,
In my Redeemer's name.
PSALM XIX. Second Part. Short Metre.